First off, the space is really cute and cozy. Their menu was written on one of their walls - a sort of, fresh from the market sort of menu. The waitress was kind enough to read us the entire menu in explicit detail as if we couldn't read ourselves. (I like to take it upon myself to pretend I am illiterate from time to time in the midst of my laziness so I did not mind this.) My boyfriend ordered l'onglet and I got the steak tartare.
What bothered me about the service was that when my boyfriend ordered his steak, and he asked for his meat "medium saignant" (aka medium rare), the server did not seem to understand that was possible. She said his only options were either his steak cooked "medium" or "saignant" -- not "medium saignant". These two words stringed together in a sentence apparently did not exist in this girl's restaurant vocabulary, just like unicorns and leprechauns do not exist in real life. Luckily, my boyfriend is understanding when he crosses the path of incompetence and just asked for whatever that wasn't going to be a blood fest on his plate.
Otherwise, the food ruled, so did the wine (I forgot what we drank, ain't that how it should be?!) and we really felt at home at Mile Ex. Can't wait to go back. And hopefully that server will have learned a thing or two about steak preparations between now and next time.